2010.09.19 13:00 - The poetry reading

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    Wol Euler was guardian for this extra-special poetry-reading session. Thanks to Maxine for letting us use her time.

    This session has many delightful poems -- scan on, dear reader.

    Agatha Macbeth: Hi recorder :) Jeez, what a day....
    Eden Haiku: Hey Agatha :))
    --BELL--
    Eden Haiku: giggling at your hovertext Agatha! Good afternnon Eliza :)
    SophiaSharon Larnia: hi Agatha, Eden and Eliza :)
    Agatha Macbeth: Hello :)
    Eden Haiku: oh hi Sharon!
    Eliza Madrigal: wow, nice dress Agatha :)
    Agatha Macbeth: I think I'm just about ready
    Eliza Madrigal: Hi Eden and Sharon :)
    SophiaSharon Larnia: hi Maxine
    Agatha Macbeth: Just
    Agatha Macbeth: Hi Liz
    Eliza Madrigal: Hi Maxine :)
    Eden Haiku: Hello Maxine ;)
    Agatha Macbeth: Hi Max
    Maxine Walden: hi, everyone, just coming as a participant...:)
    SophiaSharon Larnia: smiles
    Eliza Madrigal: :) wonderful
    SophiaSharon Larnia: hi Ewan
    Agatha Macbeth: Not cricket Max :(
    Eliza Madrigal: Hi Ewan
    Agatha Macbeth: Hello Ewan
    Ewan Bonham: Hi Folks!
    Eden Haiku: Cricket ?
    Maxine Walden: :)
    Maxine Walden: wondering as well, Eden...
    Eden Haiku: Bristish humour I suppose ;)))
    Agatha Macbeth: Yes!
    Maxine Walden: aw...:)
    Eliza Madrigal: the British get away with so much... hehe
    Eden Haiku: They do!
    Agatha Macbeth: When?
    Eliza Madrigal: Hi Zen :)
    Maxine Walden: :))
    SophiaSharon Larnia: hi Arch, Zen
    Eliza Madrigal smiles
    Eden Haiku: Hi Zen and Arch!
    Zen Arado: Hi All
    Agatha Macbeth: Hello Zen
    Agatha Macbeth: Hi Arch
    Eliza Madrigal: Hi Arch
    Zen Arado: seems like I'vebeen hanging about with you guys all day :)
    Archmage Atlantis: Hi, Zen, Aggie
    Eliza Madrigal: you have Zen!
    SophiaSharon Larnia: hehe Zen, i think you have!
    Agatha Macbeth: I know the feeling Zen!
    Agatha Macbeth: I see wings
    Agatha Macbeth: Gone
    SophiaSharon Larnia: sounds like a poem :)
    Zen Arado: gone with the wings
    Eden Haiku: Wll, I tried to put them on but I guess I won't as they attach to my head :))
    SophiaSharon Larnia: hi Zon
    SophiaSharon Larnia: hehe
    Eliza Madrigal: :)
    Zen Arado: Hi Zon
    Agatha Macbeth: Hermes?
    Eliza Madrigal: Hi Zon
    Agatha Macbeth: Hello Zon
    Eden Haiku: hello Zon!
    SophiaSharon Larnia: hi Wol
    Eliza Madrigal: Hi Wol :)
    Zen Arado: Hi Wol
    Eden Haiku: Nice wiongs Arch!
    Agatha Macbeth: Hi Wol :))
    Eden Haiku: Hi Wol :)
    Agatha Macbeth: A wiong diong
    Maxine Walden: :)
    Zen Arado: and a Roman staff thingy
    Zon Quar: wpw angels see i can
    Eden Haiku: wiong diong as this chinese poet? he he
    Agatha Macbeth: So...
    Maxine Walden: :))
     
    We settle down to business at last.
     
    SophiaSharon Larnia: As I think most of us here know, this is a poetry session
    Eliza Madrigal: yes :)
    Wol Euler cheers
    Agatha Macbeth: Hopefully
    SophiaSharon Larnia: I think we've decided text and voice, whichever you would prefer :))
    Agatha Macbeth nods
    Eden Haiku: ok
    Zen Arado: or both?
    Eliza Madrigal: sounds, er...reads... good
    SophiaSharon Larnia: or both!!!
    Eden Haiku: Or both
    Maxine Walden: nice to have the choice
    Agatha Macbeth: Could do both I guess
    Wol Euler: will somebody trancribe voiced poems into the log?
    SophiaSharon Larnia: we were thinking a clockwise direction around the circle to start
    Eden Haiku: I have a line reader that will transcribe it automatically.
    Agatha Macbeth: Could do Wol, but we'll need a notecard or something with the words (obviously) :p
    SophiaSharon Larnia: lol Wol, I dont even know how to go about that
    SophiaSharon Larnia: right
    Zen Arado: we didn't have to write the poems ?
    Archmage Atlantis: Is anyone already using voice..... I d not yet hear
    Agatha Macbeth: Well I didn't write mine
    Eliza Madrigal: It is a good idea for those speaking the poems, to then write them if possible
    Agatha Macbeth: Yay
    SophiaSharon Larnia: no, you can, or it could be something meaningful to you
    Wol Euler: yes, let's find out if it's a problem before we solve the problem
    SophiaSharon Larnia: yes great Eliza
    Zen Arado: whew
    Agatha Macbeth: J'ecoute :)
    SophiaSharon Larnia: yes I can heart you <3
    Maxine Walden: heard you
    SophiaSharon Larnia: hear***
    SophiaSharon Larnia: haha
    Zen Arado: ecoute bien
    Zen Arado: maybe
    Eliza Madrigal: I was going to... but not feeling so hot, think I wil type mine, which I wrote moments ago :)
    Agatha Macbeth: Aww
    SophiaSharon Larnia: aw ((Eliza))
    Eden Haiku: Chicken!
    Agatha Macbeth hugs Liz
    Zen Arado: sorry to hear that
    Ewan Bonham: I will type it...:)
    Eliza Madrigal: thank you :) all except for eden...
    Eliza Madrigal: hhaha
    Zen Arado: :)
    Eden Haiku: hehe
    Wol Euler: :)
    Eden Haiku: (((Eliza)))) you are forgiven,
    SophiaSharon Larnia: would someone like to start, and then we can go from there?
    Eden Haiku: An please forgive my meaness
    Eliza Madrigal: I may... if I work up some bravery before it gets to me...
    SophiaSharon Larnia: smiles
    Archmage Atlantis: Text pls, voice not established
    Eliza Madrigal: and if no one minds sneezing for punctuation
    SophiaSharon Larnia: !!!
    Agatha Macbeth: Bless you
    Eden Haiku: :))
    Zen Arado: do we comment on the poems?
    Wol Euler: I'll volunteer if nobody else has done so and I didn't notice
    SophiaSharon Larnia: great :)
    SophiaSharon Larnia: I think that would be nice, if someone would like to
    Archmage Atlantis: My vote is not comment the first time round
    Zon Quar: waves
    Eden Haiku: seconds Arch
    Archmage Atlantis: But comment, as in dream seminar, the second time
    SophiaSharon Larnia: what do the rest of you think, one time around and then comment?
    Wol Euler: sure
    Eliza Madrigal: Sure
    SophiaSharon Larnia: ok
    Agatha Macbeth nods
    Zen Arado: uhhuh
    SophiaSharon Larnia: settles in to hear Wol :))
    Archmage Atlantis: Who begins?
    Eden Haiku: applause allowed
    SophiaSharon Larnia: yes :D
    Eliza Madrigal: :))
    Agatha Macbeth: After :)
    Wol Euler smiles. This wasn't written for this evening, I don't work that fast. (clears her throat)
    Inconsolable
    on finding no chocolate
    I eat stuffed olives.
     
    They taste of sunshine and warmth,
    the summer of my thirtieth year.
     
    --BELL--
    Archmage Atlantis: We will have to ignore the bells
    Agatha Macbeth: (ignore the bells)_
    Agatha Macbeth: Snap
    Wol Euler: agreed, onwards.
    Archmage Atlantis: For all to share
    SophiaSharon Larnia: oh nice timing to break on that Wol :D ....... Hi Bruce
    Wol Euler: hello bruce
    SophiaSharon Larnia: i did stop for the bell hehe
    Zen Arado: maybe you need to say pass when finished?
    Bruce Mowbray listens -- senses something big is up.
    Maxine Walden: are we clockwise or counterclockwise?
    Wol Euler: it's the poetry event, bruce
    Archmage Atlantis: Good thought Bruce
    Wol Euler: clockwise
    SophiaSharon Larnia: clockwise
    Agatha Macbeth: Is that it Wol?
    Wol Euler: yep
    Eliza Madrigal waves to bruce and has to comment with a smile
    Agatha Macbeth: Oh
    Bruce Mowbray: ok. Thanks -- and HI everyone.
    SophiaSharon Larnia: thank you, noce
    Agatha Macbeth: ***** APPPPPPPLLLLAAAUUUSSSSeeee***********
    Agatha Macbeth: clap
    SophiaSharon Larnia: claps
    Wol Euler blushes modestly
    Archmage Atlantis: counter, of course *g*
    Eden Haiku: (enthusiastic applause)
    SophiaSharon Larnia: hi Eos
    Agatha Macbeth: So, Maxine next then?
    Eden Haiku: Sorry, badly timed...
    SophiaSharon Larnia: Maxine, do have one?
    Wol Euler: mmhmm
    Agatha Macbeth: Oh, you aren't participating are you?
    Archmage Atlantis: Wol, the clock flows the other way
    Agatha Macbeth: SSL then
    Eos Amaterasu: hi all
    Wol Euler: not if the clockface is the pool, it doesn't
    Archmage Atlantis: Eos
    SophiaSharon Larnia: Ewan, you have one?
    Wol Euler: anyway. whatever.
    Agatha Macbeth: Hi Eos
    Eliza Madrigal: Hi Eos. Our hosts have agreed clockwise. maxine is a participant but not guardian as I understood :
    Archmage Atlantis: Eos, imo, is to give us the poem
    Maxine Walden: ah, yes, I have a haiku written after my sister and I went to Banff, Alberta where we visited, got a painting lesson, hiked and stayed at Thea's B&B
    Agatha Macbeth: Thanks wol
    Eos Amaterasu: clockwise looking from the top or fromthe bottom?
    Eden Haiku: Thank you Wol ;)
    SophiaSharon Larnia: lovely Maxine
    Archmage Atlantis: Woll, you are so kind
    Maxine Walden:
    hot springs memories
    painting, pedals, lakes, no bears
    Thea's sisters two
     
    SophiaSharon Larnia: claps
    Wol Euler: (((sorry)))
    Eden Haiku: (enthusiastic applause)
    Maxine Walden: :)
    Zen Arado: ***** APPPPPPPLLLLAAAUUUSSSSeeee***********
    Eliza Madrigal: Oooh :::claps:::::
    Agatha Macbeth: ***** APPPPPPPLLLLAAAUUUSSSSeeee***********
    Agatha Macbeth: clap
    Wol Euler applauds
    Archmage Atlantis: nice, maxie
    Maxine Walden: ty
    Eden Haiku: (enthusiastic applause)
    Eden Haiku: (enthusiastic applause)
    SophiaSharon Larnia: am I next?
    Wol Euler: mmhmm
    Agatha Macbeth: Yep
    Agatha Macbeth: Fire away Shaz
    SophiaSharon Larnia: My favorite poet is Emily Dickenson. Her simple style may not appeal to everyone, but I identify with this simple style and her life.
    Wol Euler: oh wait, ewan
    Archmage Atlantis: It is decided, pass clockwise
    Wol Euler: (((never mind)))
    Agatha Macbeth: Where is ewan?
    Wol Euler: shush
    SophiaSharon Larnia:
    There is another sky,
    Ever serene and fair,
    And there is another sunshine,
    Though it be darkness there;
    Never mind faded forests, Austin,
    Never mind silent fields -
    Here is a little forest,
    Whose leaf is ever green;
    Here is a brighter garden,
    Where not a frost has been;
    In its unfading flowers
    I hear the bright bee hum:
    Prithee, my brother,
    Into my garden come! 
     
    SophiaSharon Larnia: smiles
    Eden Haiku: (enthusiastic applause)
    Maxine Walden: very nice!!
    Eliza Madrigal smiles too ::::applause:::::
    Bruce Mowbray: [`·.] APPLAUSE!! [.·´]
    Zen Arado: nice Sharon
    Agatha Macbeth: ***** APPPPPPPLLLLAAAUUUSSSSeeee***********
    Agatha Macbeth: clap
    SophiaSharon Larnia: giggles
    Eos Amaterasu: :-)
    Agatha Macbeth: That was sweet
    Archmage Atlantis: nods
    Wol Euler applauds
    Eden Haiku: Pass to Ewan?
    SophiaSharon Larnia: yes :))
    Agatha Macbeth: Go on then
    Eden Haiku: Ewan?
    Agatha Macbeth: Where is he?
    Wol Euler: behind maxine
    Agatha Macbeth: (There's always one)
    Maxine Walden: :)
    Wol Euler: at least his av is
    Eos Amaterasu: wavy clock
    Eden Haiku: On the second row behind you
    Eliza Madrigal: Well, he can be the second round....
    Wol Euler: right, onwards.
    SophiaSharon Larnia: nods
    Eden Haiku: Well, you might as well go Agatha
    Agatha Macbeth: EWAN!!! Hello
    Wol Euler: seems to be AFK anyway
    Agatha Macbeth: Wonderful
    SophiaSharon Larnia: no worries, Aggers?
    Agatha Macbeth: Ok then...
    Eden Haiku: Please read us your poem Aga
    Agatha Macbeth: Well I read the one I was going to read LAST week
    Ewan Bonham: Oh...
    Agatha Macbeth: due to a misunderstanding
    Ewan Bonham: Im wa havin bad lg..
    Agatha Macbeth: So I had to cheat a bit
    Bruce Mowbray: wb, Ewan.
    SophiaSharon Larnia: ((Ewan))
    Agatha Macbeth: This is actually more properly a song lyric
    Eliza Madrigal: (Okay Ewan will come back around to you , maybe it will get better)
    Eliza Madrigal listens to Ag
    Agatha Macbeth: But it works really well as a poem for me
    Agatha Macbeth: Anyway...
    Ewan Bonham: OK...
    Eos Amaterasu cranks up the sound
    Bruce Mowbray listens.
    Agatha Macbeth:
    FLOW MY TEARS
    Flow, my tears, fall from your springs!
    Exiled for ever, let me mourn;
    Where night's black bird her sad infamy sings,
    There let me live forlorn.
    Down vain lights, shine you no more!
    No nights are dark enough for those
    That in despair their lost fortunes deplore.
    Light doth but shame disclose.
    Never may my woes be relieved,
    Since pity is fled;
    And tears and sighs and groans my weary days
    Of all joys have deprived.
    From the highest spire of contentment
    My fortune is thrown;
    And fear and grief and pain for my deserts
    Are my hopes, since hope is gone.
    Hark! you shadows that in darkness dwell,
    Learn to condemn light
    Happy, happy they that in hell
    Feel not the world's despite.
    JOHN DOWLAND
     
    Agatha Macbeth: Thank you
    Eden Haiku: (enthusiastic applause)
    Zen Arado: ah very nice Aga
    SophiaSharon Larnia: claps
    Eliza Madrigal: Oh My :::: claps::::
    Archmage Atlantis: namaste
    SophiaSharon Larnia: cheers
    Agatha Macbeth: :)
    Eden Haiku: Shall I go next?
    Zen Arado: he wrote music too I believe
    Eos Amaterasu wonders how you make green text?
    Zen Arado: how do you do the green lines?
    Agatha Macbeth: It's a reader thingy Bruce gave us
    Eliza Madrigal: tutoring after :)
    Eos Amaterasu: k
    Archmage Atlantis: drink green tea, silly
    Wol Euler: nice
    Agatha Macbeth: Hi Aphro
    Zen Arado: Hi Aphro
    Wol Euler: hello aphro
    Eliza Madrigal: Hi Aphrodite, come have a set. Eden is about to read her poem. We're going clockwise
    Agatha Macbeth: Edie next?
    Aphrodite Macbain: Hello sorry to be late. But I do have a little poem
    Wol Euler: you'll be after Ewan in the second round
    Zen Arado: ty Bruce
    Wol Euler: or not :)
    Bruce Mowbray: yw.
    Agatha Macbeth: Symmetry?
    Eden Haiku: I will read in voice (and the text will show too). Please have your sound turned n
    Wol Euler: wait
    Eliza Madrigal: check
    SophiaSharon Larnia: great! sound on :))
    Eden Haiku: ok
    SophiaSharon Larnia: wol let us know?
    Wol Euler: somebody say something please?
    Wol Euler: got it!
    Eden Haiku:
    The Surging
    by Eden Haiku
     
    It's born afar
    Under the pale green sky
    A strong undercurrent
    Rising and moving
    Against the ocean's floor
    Rising and moving
    Towards us
    A gentle wave
    Dancing and rolling
    Rising and moving
    Surging in front of us
    A wall of water
    Sparkling in the sun
    Foaming and moving
    Rising in myriads of droplets
    Neptunian music of the spheres
    Presence of the appearance
    It's born from within
    Rising and moving
    Time presenting us minute sounds
    Fractal rainbows and delicate webs
    Rising and moving
    Washing over our heads
    Erasing our footsteps in the sand
    Dragging us towards the open sea
    Ancient turtles swimming
    In the blue amrit soup
    Drank by a blue god
    We float peacefully on appearances
    Rising and moving
    While the surging keeps bringing
    Wave and wave of ecstatic presence
    To whatever comes ashore
    Brought by the happy tides
    Of eternity  
     
    edenhaiku © Totempoetry 2010
     
    Maxine Walden: wonderful
    Agatha Macbeth: ***** APPPPPPPLLLLAAAUUUSSSSeeee***********
    Agatha Macbeth: clap
    Wol Euler: lovely
    Zen Arado: beautiful
    Eliza Madrigal: oooooooooh Eden
    Bruce Mowbray: wonderful,
    Aphrodite Macbain: Thank you !!\
    Eliza Madrigal: Goodness...
    Eden Haiku: Eliza:)
    Eliza Madrigal: one second to compose... to share my silly poem....
    Aphrodite Macbain: :-)
    Aphrodite Macbain: not silly
    Eliza Madrigal: you've not heard it yet, giggles
    Eden Haiku: Gee readings in SL makes me more nervous than in RL...
    SophiaSharon Larnia: :)
    Wol Euler quivers with anticip...
    Eliza Madrigal: :::clears fingers:::::
    The lion of time is roaring...
    "No more, and No poem!"
    No poem?
    a Blank notecard
    in the beak of a crow
    Reads
    "Pencils Down!"
    What, could come of this...
    Open Question
    Creative Confusion
    "It is enough," says Adams, "to be alive."
     
    SophiaSharon Larnia: wow Eliza
    Eden Haiku: (enthusiastic applause)
    SophiaSharon Larnia:  BRAVO!!!!
    Agatha Macbeth: ***** APPPPPPPLLLLAAAUUUSSSSeeee***********
    Agatha Macbeth: clap
    Eden Haiku: Lovely!
    Eden Haiku: (enthusiastic applause)
    Bruce Mowbray: [`·.] APPLAUSE!! [.·´]
    Wol Euler applauds How delightfully PaBean
    Yakuzza Lethecus: hey guys :)
    Maxine Walden: great, eliza
    Aphrodite Macbain: supersuper not at all silly
    Wol Euler: hello yaku
    Eliza Madrigal: thank you :) Pass to Zen :)
    SophiaSharon Larnia: yes it says so much
    Zen Arado: ok
    Agatha Macbeth likes the crow with the notecard
    SophiaSharon Larnia: hi Yakuzza
    Aphrodite Macbain: Hey Yaku
    SophiaSharon Larnia: welcome Professor
    Agatha Macbeth: Yo Yaku
    Eliza Madrigal: (is Corvuscova, a guardian)
    Professor Underby: hello.
    Wol Euler: :)
    Agatha Macbeth: I guessed
    Aphrodite Macbain: yes
    SophiaSharon Larnia: I will introduce you to our group in IM professor
    Professor Underby: Thank you Yaku for inviting me...I will add it to Landmark...and hope to see you on Geothe later
    stevenaia Michinaga: oops
    Zen Arado:
    The Guest House
    This being human is a guest house.
    Every morning a new arrival.
     
    A joy, a depression, a meanness,
    some momentary awareness comes
    as an unexpected visitor.
     
    Welcome and entertain them all!
    Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
    who violently sweep your house
    empty of its furniture,
    still, treat each guest honorably.
    He may be clearing you out
    for some new delight.
     
    The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
    meet them at the door laughing,
    and invite them in.
     
    Be grateful for whoever comes,
    because each has been sent
    as a guide from beyond.
     
    ~ Rumi ~
     
    Agatha Macbeth: ***** APPPPPPPLLLLAAAUUUSSSSeeee***********
    Agatha Macbeth: clap
    Yakuzza Lethecus: ***** APPPPPPPLLLLAAAUUUSSSSeeee***********
    SophiaSharon Larnia: BRAVO!!!!
    Wol Euler: very nice.
    Eliza Madrigal: mmmm lovely Zen, and thanks for reading, too
    Eden Haiku: (enthusiastic applause)
    Wol Euler: and nicely read
    Zen Arado: thank Rumi :)
    Agatha Macbeth: Lovely zen
    Eliza Madrigal: :::::applause
    Maxine Walden: one of my favorite poems
    Aphrodite Macbain: thank you Zen. lovely poem lovely voice
    SophiaSharon Larnia: wonderful!
    Eliza Madrigal: :)
    Wol Euler waves to Rumi. Good work, mate.
    Aphrodite Macbain: who is next?
    Wol Euler: Arch, do you have a poem to read?
    Agatha Macbeth: I guess arch
    Eliza Madrigal giggles @ Wol
    Aphrodite Macbain: I can't see very well
    Agatha Macbeth: Put yer glasses on
    Zen Arado: :)
    Bruce Mowbray: Do you have a poem, Arch?
    Archmage Atlantis: I wonder why I can't be seen
    Archmage Atlantis: That is not the poem
    Eliza Madrigal: :)
    Archmage Atlantis: Ok
    Wol Euler: )
    Agatha Macbeth: I see you perfectly Arch
    Maxine Walden: :), I can see you fine, Arch
    Aphrodite Macbain: No/ my screen is full of text
    Bruce Mowbray: me too -- I see you, arch.
    Eden Haiku: I see you Arch :)
    Aphrodite Macbain: It's blocking everyone
    Ewan Bonham: Yes...I do see you..
    Wol Euler: open the chat log window, aphro, htat may be easier
    Aphrodite Macbain: Please read your poem
    Archmage Atlantis:
    A horse is a horse
    of course, of course
    Star travel e does
    of course, of course
    The famous Mr. Ebb
    Now I talk to that horse
    Of course, of course
    And ask e what future e will endorse
    The famous Mr. Ebb
     
    Archmage Atlantis: That is it, that's all
    Agatha Macbeth: ***** APPPPPPPLLLLAAAUUUSSSSeeee***********
    Agatha Macbeth: clap
    Eden Haiku: (enthusiastic applause)
    Wol Euler applauds.
    Maxine Walden: lovely, and so evocatively rhythmic
    Eliza Madrigal: :))) :: claps:::
    Zen Arado: nice one Arch
    Eden Haiku: A passeby
    Agatha Macbeth: Ah
    Eden Haiku: Pass to Bruce?
    Bruce Mowbray: I've been working on a sonnet. . . .
    SophiaSharon Larnia: ohhhhh
    Bruce Mowbray: ready?
    Agatha Macbeth: Do it more Shaz :p
    SophiaSharon Larnia: yes!! Bruce
    Wol Euler shushes herself
    Bruce Mowbray: ok.
    Bruce Mowbray: I do not have voice --- sorry.
    Bruce Mowbray:
    "The Solitary"
    He is not poor because he covets naught.
    He reasons inwardly, from hand to heart.
    He knows the depth and height of things are taught
    By moles and mice and sparrows - and a hawk!
    His days are dwelt in confidence sublime.
    He threads his way through thickets, ferns, and fate.
    He breathes each flower's flavor unrefined,
    Inhaling deep to feed his soul's estate.
    He stands inside himself - a mighty shield.
    He's honest as an ox outside its herd.
    He wakes expectant in a grassy field
    And beds himself as guiltless as a bird.
    O'er public gales preferring private breeze,
    He hoists one sail. Life answers him with seas.
     
    Bruce, 09-10
     
    Eden Haiku: (enthusiastic applause)
    Agatha Macbeth: ***** APPPPPPPLLLLAAAUUUSSSSeeee***********
    Agatha Macbeth: clap
    SophiaSharon Larnia: wowowowow
    SophiaSharon Larnia:  BRAVO!!!!
    Wol Euler applauds
    Maxine Walden: really nice!!
    Wol Euler: nice
    Eden Haiku: Beautiful!
    Eliza Madrigal: MMMM ::::: applause::::::
    Bruce Mowbray: Thank you.
    Zen Arado: great and your own work too
    Bruce Mowbray: yes.
    Archmage Atlantis: You composed that for him, didn't you Blub
    Ewan Bonham: Very present ...
    Maxine Walden: :)
    Archmage Atlantis: *grubs*
    Eliza Madrigal: ?me giggles @ Arch
    Bruce Mowbray: Blub wrote it -- I confess.
    Eden Haiku: hehe
    Wol Euler grins.
    Agatha Macbeth: With his fish fingers
    Maxine Walden: :))
    SophiaSharon Larnia: :D blub is very insightful
    Bruce Mowbray: Listens to Eos....
    Eliza Madrigal: :)
    SophiaSharon Larnia: with his fish fins hehe
    Maxine Walden: bubbles of wisdom
    Eos Amaterasu: This is a haiku I wrote in 1981
    Agatha Macbeth: God
    Eos Amaterasu: at Chateau Lake Louise, at a program with my teacher....
    Wol Euler: you were but a babe in arms, aggers :)
    Eos Amaterasu: I'll paste it in....
    Archmage Atlantis: I think for marketing purposes, we should call that "Blubbles of Wisdom"
    Eden Haiku: Ok
    Eliza Madrigal listens
    Eos Amaterasu:
    white chrysanthemum's
    perfection cuts my tongue;
    still, sadness cries beauty
     
    Eden Haiku: No voice Eos?
    Eos Amaterasu: (that's it)
    SophiaSharon Larnia: wow Eos
    Agatha Macbeth: ***** APPPPPPPLLLLAAAUUUSSSSeeee***********
    Agatha Macbeth: clap
    Eden Haiku: (enthusiastic applause)
    Wol Euler: a fine and delicate blossom :)
    Eden Haiku: (enthusiastic applause)
    Eliza Madrigal: Oh... beautiful :::: applause:::::
    Maxine Walden: wonderful, Eos
    SophiaSharon Larnia: BRAVOOO
    Archmage Atlantis: Chrysanthemum are difficult to grow here
    Zen Arado: poignant
    Archmage Atlantis: Lotus is easy
    Eden Haiku: Yaku, Yaku, Yaku!!!
    Agatha Macbeth: And weeds
    SophiaSharon Larnia: :)
    Eliza Madrigal missed Ya reading last time and leans in....
    Wol Euler leans forward to listen
    Agatha Macbeth: Is he awake?
    Eliza Madrigal: sigh... can't fling things at him.... maybe ping him with IMs
    Eden Haiku: Or in some Spanish class?
    Wol Euler: I could call his cellphone number to check :)
    SophiaSharon Larnia: hehe Eliza
    Bruce Mowbray: Or being Sartre at the moment.
    Agatha Macbeth: Hold his head in the pond
    Eliza Madrigal: Sartre at the moment, a poem by ya
    Wol Euler: let's assume he's efectively absent and move on.
    Eden Haiku: Pass to Ewan then?
    SophiaSharon Larnia: eek Ag
    Ewan Bonham: OK..
    Ewan Bonham: Still have lag..
    Eden Haiku: On voice?
    Ewan Bonham: I can try voice...let's see..
    Archmage Atlantis: Sure he is he? not she? not intr?
    Eliza Madrigal: yay
    Eden Haiku: Please!
    Eliza Madrigal: yes!
    stevenaia Michinaga: yes
    SophiaSharon Larnia: yes!!
    Maxine Walden: yes
    Zen Arado: yes
    SophiaSharon Larnia: yay!!
    Eden Haiku: hey
    Eden Haiku: We can hear you now.
    Eden Haiku: In the rising of the sun...
    Archmage Atlantis: All power is us,,,, we have met the divinity, and it is us ( with apologies to Pogo)
    Eden Haiku: Not anymore Ewan :(
    SophiaSharon Larnia: hmm
    Wol Euler hears nothing
    Eden Haiku: Can you paste the poem maybe?
    Agatha Macbeth hears a loud silence
    Wol Euler: hears laughter
    Ewan Bonham: OK, will jus paste it her..
    Eden Haiku: hears typing
    stevenaia Michinaga: hears breathing
    Eos Amaterasu hears birds, sees blub
    Ewan Bonham:
    And so‚
    In the rising of the sun and its going down..
    We remember you
    In the blowing of the wind in the chill of winter
    We remember you
    In the opening of buds and rebirth of spring
    We remember you
    In the blueness of the sky in the midst of summer
    We remember you
    In the rustling of leaves and the beauty of autumn
    We remember you
    In the beginning of the year and when it ends
    We remember you
    When we are weary and in need of strength
    We remember you
    When we are lost and sick of heart
    We remember you
    When we have joys we yearn to share
    We remember you
    So long as we live, so you shall live
    For you are always a part of us
    We remember you
     
    Ewan Bonham: OK, thre it s...
    Agatha Macbeth: ***** APPPPPPPLLLLAAAUUUSSSSeeee***********
    Agatha Macbeth: clap
    Eden Haiku: Nice laugh Ewan:) (heard that at least) now reading the poem.
    SophiaSharon Larnia: oh i love that
    SophiaSharon Larnia: BRAVOOO
    Maxine Walden: great!
    Bruce Mowbray: wonderful, Ewan.
    Wol Euler: very nice.
    Eliza Madrigal: very nice
    Bruce Mowbray: Thank you for that.
    Eden Haiku: (enthusiastic applause)
    Zen Arado: nice poem
    Maxine Walden: (afraid I have to leave, and very sorry if this disturbs the flow of the poetry session...I did not ask how long it would last)
    Eden Haiku: Pass to Aphrodite?
    Agatha Macbeth: Bye Max
    Eliza Madrigal: Thank you so much maxine :) We didn't know... as its the first time
    Maxine Walden: I will just slip out...sorry
    Wol Euler: bye maxine, take care
    SophiaSharon Larnia: bye Maxine :) nice to see you
    Eliza Madrigal: Ah, Steve?
    Zen Arado: bye Maxine
    Eden Haiku: Bye Maxine, thanks:) Loved yopur haiku!
    stevenaia Michinaga: Steve does not wax poetic
    SophiaSharon Larnia: :D
    Agatha Macbeth: Or floors...
    stevenaia Michinaga: no blub to write for me
    SophiaSharon Larnia wans poetic
    Eliza Madrigal: :)
    Eliza Madrigal: hehe Sharon
    Wol Euler: :)
    Bruce Mowbray: ;-)
    Eliza Madrigal: Where is Aphrodite? did she craxh?
    Wol Euler: she's by me
    Wol Euler: at least in av-form
    Wol Euler: oh, wait.
    SophiaSharon Larnia: i think Aggers moved lol
    Eden Haiku: was wondering too...do not see her anymore
    Wol Euler: heheheh
    Eliza Madrigal: :)
    Wol Euler: maybe she did crash.
    Agatha Macbeth: I don't see her
    Wol Euler: well, onwards. Stevie?
    Bruce Mowbray: I don't see Aph.
    Agatha Macbeth: Ruth?
    stevenaia Michinaga: giggles
    SophiaSharon Larnia: well, you would be sitting on her if she was there
    Eden Haiku: Did Steve crushed Aph?
    Agatha Macbeth looks under her skirt
    stevenaia Michinaga: Aphodite had to leave and left me with one word
    SophiaSharon Larnia: :D
    Agatha Macbeth: Fish
    Wol Euler: O.O
    Eos Amaterasu: what was that?
    SophiaSharon Larnia: what was that
    SophiaSharon Larnia: ?
    stevenaia Michinaga: Yoga?
    Eliza Madrigal: hahah
    stevenaia Michinaga: it was a questions that I leave you with
    SophiaSharon Larnia: oh isee
    SophiaSharon Larnia: not
    Eliza Madrigal: I made a quilt... want to hear/see?
    stevenaia Michinaga: you do?
    SophiaSharon Larnia: sure
    Eden Haiku: sure
    Agatha Macbeth: How's Quilty?
    Wol Euler: yes please
    Eliza Madrigal:
    Tasting Sunshine
     
    No Bears
    Green Leaves
     
    Into the garden
    Lost fortunes are gone
     
    Rising and Moving
    Droplets Born
     
    From within
    It is enough
     
    to Greet them
    at the door
     
    That is all
    expectant
     
    in a private
    Cutting
    breeze
     
    We remember
     
    Eden Haiku: How nice Eliza!
    Archmage Atlantis: Yes Steve
    SophiaSharon Larnia: wow!
    Agatha Macbeth: ***** APPPPPPPLLLLAAAUUUSSSSeeee***********
    Agatha Macbeth: clap
    Eliza Madrigal: pieces of all the poems :)
    Wol Euler applauds
    Eden Haiku: (enthusiastic applause)
    SophiaSharon Larnia: did you just make that now??????
    Zen Arado: an amalgam
    Wol Euler: wow
    Eos Amaterasu: Home baked, freshly cooked
    SophiaSharon Larnia: bows gracefully
    Zen Arado: very good Eliza
    Eliza Madrigal: one line of each, really, yes.... what a sweet session, thought I'd tuck us in
    SophiaSharon Larnia: to Eliz
    Wol Euler: you cuold post that as your PaB Art puzzle thingy.
    Eliza Madrigal: ooooooo
    SophiaSharon Larnia: !!
    Bruce Mowbray: A second round?
    Wol Euler: somebody's microphone is on :)
    Eliza Madrigal: Feels very full here, am really amazed
    Zen Arado: likes being tucked in
    SophiaSharon Larnia: i hear clicks
    Wol Euler: sure, let's go around again
    Eden Haiku: Someone is typing on voice :)) Zen or Ewan...
    Agatha Macbeth: Oh no, only one for me
    SophiaSharon Larnia: i have one
    Archmage Atlantis: Only for the committed and the brave Bruce
    Zen Arado: not me
    Bruce Mowbray: Let's hear Sharon's.
    Agatha Macbeth: I haven't had dinner yet
    Wol Euler: I have several, I'd like to put in a very long one but only if nobody objects :)
    Agatha Macbeth: Go ahead
    SophiaSharon Larnia: well, its not mine i just like it
    Archmage Atlantis: Aggie, you are committed and brave.....give it a go
    Bruce Mowbray: ok, sharon. . .
    SophiaSharon Larnia: want to go now Wol?
    Bruce Mowbray: either sharon or wol. . . .?
    Archmage Atlantis: Wol, pls
    Wol Euler: this one does have a title, it's called "Disparu"
    Bruce Mowbray: OK --Wol --
    Wol Euler:
    Disparu
    I had thought to write
    a mutual on-line friend
    to ask about her.
     
    After two months of (mostly)
    silence, letters unanswered
     
    I was uneasy,
    wondering what had happened
    or what I had said.
     
    "I'm not asking for details,"
    I'd say, "just tell me that she
     
    is well and happy;
    that this silence only means
    that she is busy."
     
    But I haven't written, and
    I will not write, to our friend.
     
    There is some justice
    in her silence, a karmic
    return for all the
     
    letters that I never wrote
    to people who were my friends,
     
    not from anger or
    because of resentments real
    or imagined, but
     
    just because I could not see
    that time and the moment pass.
     
    I hope and believe
    that it is the same for her;
    she bears no ill-will
     
    and will write when the time comes;
    as I have written, years late.
     
    Virginia Woolf
    said "I have lost friends, some by
    death, others by sheer
     
    inability to cross
    the street." I am no better.
     
    We see always our
    good intentions, and thus do
    we find ourselves good:
     
    we will write that letter -- soon.
    But somehow five years go by
     
    and the letter still
    has not been written, and now
    it never will be.
     
    SophiaSharon Larnia: nice
    SophiaSharon Larnia: did i crash?
    Wol Euler: I hear you
    Eden Haiku: (enthusiastic applause)
    Eos Amaterasu: poignant
    Bruce Mowbray: Now Sharon?
    SophiaSharon Larnia: did you write that Wol?
    Wol Euler: I did
    Agatha Macbeth: ***** APPPPPPPLLLLAAAUUUSSSSeeee***********
    Agatha Macbeth: clap
    Wol Euler: both of htem
    SophiaSharon Larnia: I love it
    Eden Haiku: (enthusiastic applause)
    Bruce Mowbray: [`·.] APPLAUSE!! [.·´]
    stevenaia Michinaga: lovely
    Bruce Mowbray: [`·.] APPLAUSE!! [.·´]
    Wol Euler: ty <3
    Eliza Madrigal: wow..... very stirring, and so true.....>whew<
    Archmage Atlantis: I never understand.......why the letter is not written till we die
    SophiaSharon Larnia: some heavy lag here all of a sudden
    Zen Arado: a sad fact of life
    Eliza Madrigal: ::::wild applause::::
    Eliza Madrigal: Was there another line? the green text thingy insists there was....
    Eden Haiku: ah yes
    Wol Euler: no, it got properly posted, but I'll have to bodge it into the published log
    Eliza Madrigal: It yelled "Oh No!"
    Eden Haiku: Was there Wol?
    Eden Haiku: Good:)
    Eliza Madrigal: Wonderful, yes didn't seem anything missing... just making sure
    Eos Amaterasu: the green thingy ate Wol's poem
    SophiaSharon Larnia: :)
    Wol Euler: :)
    Eden Haiku: Sharon?
    SophiaSharon Larnia: this one is a well known one but.....
    Eliza Madrigal: :) green zuchini spaghetti monster...
    Archmage Atlantis: Were I to write the last line
    Agatha Macbeth: And they say go green...
    Archmage Atlantis: I would write
    Archmage Atlantis: I still wish it to be so
    SophiaSharon Larnia: 
    A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe
     
    Take this kiss upon the brow!
    And, in parting from you now,
    Thus much let me avow--
    You are not wrong, who deem
    That my days have been a dream;
    Yet if hope has flown away
    In a night, or in a day,
    In a vision, or in none,
    Is it therefore the less gone?
    All that we see or seem
    Is but a dream within a dream.
     
    I stand amid the roar
    Of a surf-tormented shore,
    And I hold within my hand
    Grains of the golden sand--
    How few! yet how they creep
    Through my fingers to the deep,
    While I weep--while I weep!
    O God! can I not grasp
    Them with a tighter clasp?
    O God! can I not save
    One from the pitiless wave?
    Is all that we see or seem
    But a dream within a dream? 
     
    Eden Haiku: (enthusiastic applause)
    SophiaSharon Larnia: heavy lag sorries :))
    Agatha Macbeth: ***** APPPPPPPLLLLAAAUUUSSSSeeee***********
    Agatha Macbeth: clap
    Wol Euler: nice
    Eos Amaterasu spins his top
    Eliza Madrigal: no apologies.... so gorgeous
    Bruce Mowbray: Anyone else?
    Archmage Atlantis: Yes
    Agatha Macbeth: Get Blub to read one
    Archmage Atlantis: If others are done
    Bruce Mowbray: Blub has another sonnet. . .
    Archmage Atlantis: Go Blub
    Bruce Mowbray: Did you want to go first, Arch?
    Zen Arado: a dream within a deam.....
    Archmage Atlantis: No
    Bruce Mowbray: OK -- Blub. . . then...
    Bruce Mowbray: This one is titled:
    Sonnet -- "In Praise of 90-Second Breaks"
    There lies in every crude and common crag
    An opening through which to find and flag
    The cosmos down - in wordless wonder's wake.
    A brief hiatus, hole, or postern break
     
    That naughty nature notches everywhere
    To catch our contemplations unaware.
    And in serenely self-determined mode
    Each one of us will find herself abode
     
    Therein. A hermitage, an inward home,
    Through which imagination's stallions roam
    Unbridled. Nature made it so in every bind,
    Specific speckle, particle, and mind.
     
    A penetrating argument for Grace:
    That puny perforations offer space!
     
    September 2010 -- by Blub
     
    Eden Haiku: (enthusiastic applause)
    SophiaSharon Larnia: wow Bruce
    Wol Euler: lovely.
    SophiaSharon Larnia: claps
    Agatha Macbeth: ***** APPPPPPPLLLLAAAUUUSSSSeeee***********
    Agatha Macbeth: clap
    Eliza Madrigal: :)))))
    Wol Euler: we'll add that to the notecard.
    Archmage Atlantis: Nods
    Eden Haiku: hhehe Blub:)))
    Eliza Madrigal: yay Wol :)
    SophiaSharon Larnia: wonderful
    Bruce Mowbray: Blub thanks you all.
    SophiaSharon Larnia: bows to Bruce too
    Zen Arado: like the alliteration
    Bruce Mowbray: ;-)
    Agatha Macbeth: The alliteration likes you
    Bruce Mowbray: ty.
    Eden Haiku: Will have to leave now, soory! Great session, thanks:))
    Bruce Mowbray: Arch. . . ?
    Eliza Madrigal: Eden, thank you so much for your oceanic poem
    Wol Euler: bye eden! thanks for suggesting this.
    SophiaSharon Larnia: bye Eden, thank you for the great reading
    Wol Euler: it was fun.
    Agatha Macbeth: Adieu Edie :)
    Zen Arado: bye Eden
    Archmage Atlantis: I will wait till all who need to leave are gone
    SophiaSharon Larnia: it is isnt it?
    Eos Amaterasu: awesome session
    Agatha Macbeth: What is what?
    Eos Amaterasu: yes
    Agatha Macbeth: Oh, yeah
    Eliza Madrigal: Wonderful session. Much appreciated. Thank you so much everyone
    Zen Arado: great fun
    Ewan Bonham: I hopethis cn contnue...:)
    SophiaSharon Larnia: Eliza, I hope you can get some rest
    Eos Amaterasu: ciao bellissimi!
    Eliza Madrigal now off to actually tuck in...
    Eliza Madrigal: :) Thank you Sharon :)
    Eos Amaterasu: sleep tight
    SophiaSharon Larnia: bye everyone whos leaving
    Wol Euler: bye eliza, take care
    Zen Arado: thanks all for nice session
    Agatha Macbeth: Bye for now
    Bruce Mowbray says good bye to all who are leaving and patiently wait for Arch's poem.
    Ewan Bonham: Take care, Eliza
    Wol Euler: bye zen, thanks for reading
    SophiaSharon Larnia: smiles
    Wol Euler: bye eos
    SophiaSharon Larnia: thank you Zen
    Eliza Madrigal: glad you made it too, Wol, through hail and snow and sleet...
    Eliza Madrigal: hehe
    SophiaSharon Larnia: hehe
    Agatha Macbeth: And lag
    Wol Euler: heheh
    Wol Euler: I have one about that too, actually :)
    SophiaSharon Larnia: ohh??
    Agatha Macbeth: Uh oh
    SophiaSharon Larnia: gotta hear that one
    --BELL--
    Eliza Madrigal lingers....
    Wol Euler:
    Snow is still falling
    after thirty-six hours;
    the town is silent.
     
    Schools are closed, many stores too;
    the busses have stopped running.
     
    Empty pavements. A
    passing stranger nods as to
    a comrade-in-arms:
     
    "You too braved the cold? Ah, the
    tales we'll tell in our warm homes."
     
    SophiaSharon Larnia: :)))
    SophiaSharon Larnia: claps and cheers
    Agatha Macbeth: ***** APPPPPPPLLLLAAAUUUSSSSeeee***********
    Agatha Macbeth: clap
    Wol Euler: ty ty
    SophiaSharon Larnia: Hi Fael :))
    Agatha Macbeth: Where's the lag bit?
    stevenaia Michinaga: hi Fael
    Eliza Madrigal: Oh!! wonderful
    Wol Euler: no lag, just snow and sleet
    Wol Euler: hello fael
    Eliza Madrigal: Hello and Bye Fael :)
    Agatha Macbeth: Yay! Hi Fael :))
    Agatha Macbeth: Meep Meep ;P :p:P :p :P
    Fael Innovia: Hello :)
    Bruce Mowbray still waits patiently to hear Arch's poem.
    Fael Innovia: Meep meep! :)
    Archmage Atlantis:
    I am born of the chaos of the universe
    I am the forces of being
    I am
    For so long that is all I knew
    The Publix grocery store manager
    says he has ordered the thing I wish
    Money is difficult now
    Long time, was prince
    now am poor
    Both are the same without meaning
    There is more to be said
    More to be done
    The non-human's who are aware
    watch us
    to know
    if we are worthy
    of their sacrifice
     
    SophiaSharon Larnia: (bye Ewan :) )
    Agatha Macbeth: Very nice Arch
    Wol Euler applauds.
    Archmage Atlantis: So who wants a beer?
    Agatha Macbeth: plauso
    SophiaSharon Larnia: claps and cheers
    Wol Euler: I liked that.
    Bruce Mowbray: [`·.] APPLAUSE!! [.·´]
    Agatha Macbeth: A drunk?
    Paradise Tennant: claps and claps and claps :))) that was beautiful Arch :))
    Wol Euler goes to get anohter cup of tea
    Agatha Macbeth: Hi Paradise
    Archmage Atlantis: Damn, you got me Aggie
    Bruce Mowbray: Hi, Fael and Para!
    Agatha Macbeth: I never touched you :-)
    Wol Euler: hello paradise
    Bruce Mowbray: Is Yaku awake yet -- and does he have a poem?
    Paradise Tennant: lovely to see so many peeps I have not seen in a while .:))
    Archmage Atlantis: Touch goes beyound the physical, do not be disingenious
    Agatha Macbeth: Somebody poke him
    Agatha Macbeth: Ha!
    Wol Euler: I guess the answers are "no" and "we'll never find out"
    Archmage Atlantis: I thought Yaku was a lady
    SophiaSharon Larnia: :) do you have a poem you'd like to share, Paradise?
    Paradise Tennant: hmmm
    Paradise Tennant: very short one
    Bruce Mowbray: ok, then, another poem from anyone -- Para or Fael, perhaps?
    SophiaSharon Larnia: :)
    Archmage Atlantis: Dang, sexual identity is confused in SL
    Agatha Macbeth: That's what they all say...
    Fael Innovia: Ah, sorry, didn't come prepared with a poem :)
    Agatha Macbeth: Aww
    Bruce Mowbray listens for Para's poem.
    Paradise Tennant:
    silent faces stare at a mumbled drunk's despair,
    deaf to the words of a beaten man's pain,
    god like impassive they wait for the train ... lol
     
    Paradise Tennant: called subway
    Paradise Tennant: wrote it when I was twelve
    SophiaSharon Larnia: nice!
    SophiaSharon Larnia: wow
    Agatha Macbeth: ***** APPPPPPPLLLLAAAUUUSSSSeeee***********
    Agatha Macbeth: clap
    Paradise Tennant: but I still remember hte words
    Bruce Mowbray: oh my --!
    Fael Innovia: nice :)
    Bruce Mowbray: [`·.] APPLAUSE!! [.·´]
    Bruce Mowbray: [`·.] APPLAUSE!! [.·´]
    stevenaia Michinaga: :)
    Agatha Macbeth: Yay
    Wol Euler: wow
    Archmage Atlantis: I have words I remember from younger times also
    Wol Euler: you were a perceptive and sympathetic kid
    Paradise Tennant: yes :)
    Paradise Tennant: sensiive :) like most young folks
    Agatha Macbeth: And a pretty one too probably
    SophiaSharon Larnia: I do have a poem that is mine, its a little religious tho
    Archmage Atlantis: I am guessing most here do
    Agatha Macbeth: Go on Sharon
    SophiaSharon Larnia: and simpe lol
    Paradise Tennant: listens
    Archmage Atlantis: Pls share, SSL
    SophiaSharon Larnia:
    Round Dance - SophiaSharon Larnia 3/2/08
    Movement, 
    on a field of ash, 
    within this body of earth. 
    The end is the only place 
    I'm able to start. 
    I dance that I may know.
     
    Was it an unpardonable fall from grace: 
    through the air I fell. 
    Is this what separated me, 
    or is the change in view inevitable 
    to become you. 
    I dance that I may know.
     
    As a child of light I have to say 
    that I'm fragile. 
    I may burn from the inside out, 
    by seeking this way, 
    but there's nothing else I can do. 
    I dance that I may know.
     
    Tears are useless, 
    lost in the waters of time. 
    With open eyes I swim through 
    gray mist and hope. 
    I dance that I may know you 
    and rest.
     
    SophiaSharon Larnia: blushes
    Agatha Macbeth: ***** APPPPPPPLLLLAAAUUUSSSSeeee***********
    Agatha Macbeth: clap
    Bruce Mowbray: [`·.] APPLAUSE!! [.·´]
    SophiaSharon Larnia: inspired by round dance opf the cross
    Wol Euler: lovely.
    SophiaSharon Larnia: of*
    Wol Euler: there have been so many good poems tonight.
    Paradise Tennant: beautiful ... :)))))))))
    stevenaia Michinaga: thx, Inap time for me, see you soon
    stevenaia Michinaga: nap
    Paradise Tennant: take care steve :)
    Agatha Macbeth: Bye Ruth
    Wol Euler: bye steve, thanks for playing.
    SophiaSharon Larnia: bye steve
    Bruce Mowbray: Blub blushes. . . and agrees that the poetry here was really fine.
    Fael Innovia: great poem Sharon :)
    Bruce Mowbray: Are there are other poets among us?
    Wol Euler: Fael?
    Wol Euler: care to contribute?
    --BELL--
    Wol Euler: it need not be original, you can read in a favourite poem by someone else
    Fael Innovia: that's the thing, I haven't written poems nor read them much at all.
    Paradise Tennant: candy is dandy but liquor is quicker :))) ogden nash :))
    SophiaSharon Larnia: laughs
    Agatha Macbeth: Yay paradise :)
    Wol Euler: we cold do limericks.
    SophiaSharon Larnia: i thought that was ozzy *blushes*
    Agatha Macbeth: A fellow water tiger
    SophiaSharon Larnia: wait nvm
    SophiaSharon Larnia: read 1/2 of it
    Wol Euler:
    I came to a fork in the wood
    Two paths there, one crappy, one good
    I chose the bad'un
    I wish that I haddun
    Cos now I am stuck in the mud
     
    SophiaSharon Larnia: ha
    SophiaSharon Larnia: nice
    Wol Euler: from a website I found, famous poems written as limerics: http://apocrypha.badgods.com/posts/limerickpoems
    SophiaSharon Larnia: i woke up once with a thought in my head i had to write it down, its like a poem
    SophiaSharon Larnia:
    From a Dream:
    He held me on either side of my head and said:
    "Everything between my hands is loved by God".
     
    SophiaSharon Larnia: :)
    Wol Euler: oooooh.
    Archmage Atlantis: Um, both forks in the road offer pain, challenge, difficulty
    Wol Euler: indeed
    Wol Euler: that's the bittersweet joke of it
    Agatha Macbeth: Bye for now folks
    Agatha Macbeth: That was fun
    SophiaSharon Larnia: bye Agatha
    Agatha Macbeth: Take care
    Fael Innovia: have fun Agatha :)
    Bruce Mowbray: Got to scrape up fishfood now.
    Wol Euler: bye aggers
    Bruce Mowbray: May all be well and happy.
    SophiaSharon Larnia: bye Bruce
    Paradise Tennant: take care aggers nice to see you :)
    Wol Euler: bye bruce, thanks for reading
    SophiaSharon Larnia: yes thank you bruce!!!
    Bruce Mowbray: Thanks to everyone!
    Paradise Tennant: take care bruce :) sorry I missed so many of the readings ..will enjoy the log
    Archmage Atlantis: Ya, God is a bastard.......oh wait.....no mother, no father.......second degree bastard
    SophiaSharon Larnia: I'm off too been in sl too long today :D
    Wol Euler: :)
    Wol Euler: goodnight sharon, take care
    Fael Innovia: have fun Sharon :)
    SophiaSharon Larnia: bye, have fun
    SophiaSharon Larnia: :D
    Fael Innovia: meep! :)
    Paradise Tennant: good nite sharon
    Archmage Atlantis: Wol, you are a wonderful person....ty for putting up with me, yet defending others.......you are a good e
    Wol Euler: O.O
    Paradise Tennant: smiles at arch :)
    Wol Euler: um, I'm glad to hear it, and I only did what I thought was right and proper.
    Fael Innovia:
    beauty and the beast,
    different they seem,
    yet one and the same they deem
     
    Wol Euler smiles.
    Fael Innovia: no idea where that came from :)
    Fael Innovia: I thought to try letting a poem come up and that did
    Fael Innovia: I just didn't know the last word until I wrote it here
    Paradise Tennant: that was great fael
    Wol Euler: wow
    Fael Innovia smiles.
    Wol Euler: do that again :)
    Wol Euler: I guess it's a good thing we didn't wait for Yaku to read his.
    Fael Innovia: I think that's it for my poems tonight :)
    Fael Innovia: meep?
    Paradise Tennant: smiles :) at fael creating in the moment :)
    Fael Innovia: meep :)
    --BELL--
    Wol Euler:
    We travel through fog
    in the way that one lives through
    time: in a bubble
     
    of permanent present tense,
    of absolute here-and-now.
     
    The destination
    we know in general terms
    (on the one hand Death,
     
    on the other Düsseldorf)
    but the details are unknown.
     
    On a clear day we
    can see the road ahead, and
    think life just the same,
     
    a clearly laid-out path; with
    care we can avoid those rocks.
     
    Yakuzza Lethecus: ***** APPPPPPPLLLLAAAUUUSSSSeeee***********
    Yakuzza Lethecus: :)
    Wol Euler: ty
    Fael Innovia: meep! :)
    Wol Euler: your turn.
    Paradise Tennant: wow wol that was wonderful :))))
    Yakuzza Lethecus: i like reading ur poems :)
    Yakuzza Lethecus: i don't write any
    Yakuzza Lethecus: so far
    Wol Euler: they'll be in the log :)
    Wol Euler: and yaku, I didn't write any eihter until I did :)
    Paradise Tennant: smiles will be a log with plenty of hits I bet :)
    Wol Euler: just start.
    Wol Euler:
    Wondering how to
    count the syllables of "&"
    drove from my mind
     
    the slow soft tap-tap-tap of a
    woodpecker in the cool mist.
     
    Paradise Tennant: smiles more creating in the moment ?
    Wol Euler: no, these were all posted on my alt's blog at various times in the last year or two
    Wol Euler: I went through a phase of writing waka poetry
    Wol Euler: (the 5-7-5  7-7 form, aka extended haiku)
    Paradise Tennant: smiles interesting :)
    Wol Euler: which came out of the blue, I'd never written poems before. In fact, I knew that I couldn't do it so I had never tried.
    Wol Euler looks pointedly but kindly at Yaku :)
    Fael Innovia smiles.
    Fael Innovia: Hello Adair :)
    Yakuzza Lethecus: hello adair
    Paradise Tennant: we never know what we can and cannot do :) .. really ... there is always .. possibilty
    Paradise Tennant: hello adair :)
    Adair Chauveau: Hello
    Yakuzza Lethecus: good night everyone!
    Paradise Tennant: good nite yakuzza .. be well :)
    Adair Chauveau: oops I got here too late
    Paradise Tennant: have you been to playasbeing before adair
    Paradise Tennant: do you have the notecard
    Adair Chauveau: Not sure
    Paradise Tennant: one sec will dig it up for you
    Adair Chauveau: I have a notecard
    Fael Innovia: wb Wol :)
    Wol Euler: ty
    Adair Chauveau: What did you discuss here today?
    Paradise Tennant: wb wol
    Wol Euler: only two crashes in two hours, that's pretty good
    Wol Euler: we had a poetry reading actually :)
    Paradise Tennant: just getting adair a notecard ...it is the v 3 one correct
    Wol Euler: O.O
    Wol Euler: dunno.
    Adair Chauveau: ok
    Adair Chauveau: I am mainly interested in art
    Paradise Tennant: well there are many topics explored here .. art certainly plays a role but perception .. our concept of reality are probably the key themes .. is still digging about in her messy inventory
    Wol Euler: me nods
    Adair Chauveau: Np
    Wol Euler: I must be off, I need to hang up the laundry and get to bed. Goodnight my dears, it was grand.
    Wol Euler: take care, be happy.
    Adair Chauveau: Nite
    Paradise Tennant: take care wol :) be well :)
    Fael Innovia: oh, she left... well, I'd better head to bed as well :)
    Adair Chauveau: Thank you.
    Fael Innovia: Good night Paradise, Adair :)
    Paradise Tennant: good nite fael was really nice to see you again
    Adair Chauveau: Good night
    Paradise Tennant: adair there are four sessions every day
    Paradise Tennant: 7 1 7 1 ...
    Fael Innovia waves happily.
    Adair Chauveau: For what group is this?
    Paradise Tennant: the chat is logged and posted on the wiki page
    Paradise Tennant: playasbeing.org
    Paradise Tennant: which .. would be a good place to look at .. to see if this is something that interests you
    --BELL--
    Adair Chauveau: Thank you
    Adair Chauveau: See you another time.
    Paradise Tennant: would have to say that the level of conversation here is .. really rather engaging and informative ..lots of smart peeps :)
    Paradise Tennant: take care :)
    Adair Chauveau: Thank you
    Adair Chauveau: Is this an SL group?
    Paradise Tennant: yes
    Paradise Tennant: you can join it
    Adair Chauveau: What is it called?
    Paradise Tennant: playasbeing
    Adair Chauveau: I might have an alt join it.
    Adair Chauveau: Thank you
    Adair Chauveau: Bye bye
    Paradise Tennant: ok take care :)
    - - - - -
     
    Aprodite crashed during this poetry session, and she asked me to post this poem to the Wiki to share - her words ~SSL
     
    This is a poem for my dear friend Kate. We hiked together in the mountains for over 20 years. She won't be in this world much longer.

    A haiku for my dear friend Kate:
     
    Larch gold, paint brush red
    Waterfalls down rocky peaks
    Yodeling from heaven.

     
    ~Aphrodite Macbain
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